On Thursday night I found myself holding hands with thirty-five tired educators in a circle, blessing each other. This could only mean one thing: teaching in Berkeley is over. There were two last days, actually. That’s because there were two of everything this …

The Creative Geometry art show was a success. The gallery at the Museum of Children’s Art was the perfect size, the art looked great on the walls, and most importantly, people showed up. I think the students were in to it. It made me sorry …

Adrienne and I brought in donut holes for our students. We purchased THIRTY-SIX of them and they cost THREE dollars. En route to deliver the FIVE uneaten donuts holes to our Tollman Hall sister class, Algebra TWO/Trig with Luong Troung, I found the shell of …

I am not above web-logging about the weather. It was a real nice weekend. Nice enough to wear shorts to Adrienne‘s house on Sunday morning, where she made: (a) breakfast. (b) a laytex cast of my right ear. Then, by the light of the rotting …

Adrienne‘s living in the Mission now. It shouldn’t be, but it’s almost hard to believe that I have a friend in the neighborhood. But I know it’s true because I got a splinter and a framed map of North Carolina when I helped her move …

Just as I’m starting to feel totally unappreciated in my teaching career, good old Lisa R. shows up at my office with a rainbow roll in one hand and an orphaned dachshund puppy in the other. Last year, I was compelled to graduate Lisa …

Joe’s gone. Before he left, Nowell, him, and I enjoyed a fancy civic center dude evening with the Kronos Quartet at the never comfortable Herbst Theater (has it always been hot as hell in there?). After checking in with the wives, we headed down to …

The Castro Street Fair was on Sunday and I was on hand in a custom-made booth to sell my postcards for the very first time. The whole thing involved quite a bit of anticipation because I have been working on this series for three weeks …

I’m suddenly one those people with not enough time. That in itself wouldn’t be so strange if it weren’t for the fact that, just a few weeks ago, I was fully embedded in the opposite circumstance. Now, I’m writing to-do lists and falling asleep at …